They Won't Believe You (Scottish Dark Romance Book 1)

by Paisley Alice Quinn

  “The criminal justice section has a room of its own,” she said, switching on the lights. “The prison reform books are in the corner, if that’s what you’re looking for.”

  Craig was looking at her with an unreadable expression in his blue eyes. “Are you going to tell me what he was talking about?” he asked. “Or should I google you myself?”

  “No, please don’t!”

  He strode towards a bank of computers and shook a mouse to wake it up.

  “What’s the password?”

  She shook her head.

  “Kylie!”

  “No,” she said. Tears were streaming down her face. She couldn’t bear it. She couldn’t bear for him to know.

  He stopped in his tracks, his hand reaching up to wipe away her tears.

  “What is it?” he asked more softly, but she could only shake her head.

  “Promise me you won’t look me up!”

  “Kylie…”

  “Promise me!”

  He looked at her, his face more serious than she had ever seen it.

  “What is it, Kylie? Maybe I can help.”

  “You could have won that race,” Coach had shouted, slamming his office door shut.

  Kylie had swallowed. “Do you think so? That girl was really amazing. I mean, I don’t think I’ve ever swum against anyone so fast.”

  He’d reached into his pocket and produced a cloth to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

  “You embarrassed me. I told everyone you were going to win today.”

  “I can’t win all of them!”

  “Yes, Kylie. Yes, you bleeding well can.”

  He had moved toward her, and she had known only too well what was coming.

  “Bend over.”

  Obediently, she had bent over the desk.

  She’d shuddered as he yanked her leggings and underwear down, exposing her bare buttocks. A jingling sound had signalled that he was taking off his belt. She had tensed up. It always hurt more with the belt. She much preferred when he used his hand.

  She had gripped the table and waited. This was the worst bit. The pause before the punishment began. Sometimes it was a short pause, sometimes longer. Today, it was horribly drawn out. She had felt a hand on her buttocks and she’d squirmed as he’d pulled her legs apart. He had traced a line with his finger, and she had tensed even harder as he’d awakened her desire.

  Her excitement had begun to build, and she had felt herself turning to liquid under his touch. She’d moaned softly, hating herself the whole time. But there was no denying the way her body was responding.

  “Oh, god, yes!” she’d gasped, as he brought her to the verge of climax and then the hand had disappeared, replaced with the crash of his belt and she had gasped at the cruel intensity of the sting. Again and again, the belt had come down, making contact with every inch of her bottom and thighs. She had gulped for air, waiting for it to be over, but it wasn’t over. Not until he decided he was done. And even then, he didn’t permit her to dress, not right away. He had continued to stand there, examining his handiwork, admiring the fresh stripes he’d painted on her body.

  “You really are a dirty bitch, you know that?” he’d said.

  16

  Kylie had hurried off home, leaving Craig at a quandary. Should he go after her? She was clearly quite upset, or should he find out more? He spotted the man with the big ears again and decided to do the latter.

  “I need you to show me what you were talking about,” he said, noting his name badge. Marc. That was his name.

  Marc looked at him with dislike. “Kylie didn’t want you to know.”

  But Craig wasn’t letting him pull the guilt trip. “If it concerns Kylie, it concerns me.”

  Marc cleared his throat. “I had the pictures taken down from the main site as soon as I discovered them…”

  “Pictures? How did you discover them?”

  Marc blushed. “Like I said, I did a reverse search of her picture. I didn’t expect to find anything. Certainly nothing of that nature! But once something gets online, it’s very hard to control all the copies. They pop up on other websites and it’s hard to get them back.” He glanced around the library. “We won’t be able to access them here. Not that we should.”

  Craig groaned with frustration. If only he hadn’t got rid of his phone. He had thought he was making a big romantic gesture, a signal to Kylie that they were kindred spirits but now he was stuck without a phone. Flora had been right. He’d been an idiot.

  “You’ve got a phone, haven’t you?” he asked Marc.

  Marc blushed deeper. “Well, yes but…”

  “Let me see.”

  “Please… not here,” Marc said, eyeing the grim looking woman Craig assumed was his boss.

  “Outside then. Pretend you’re going for a cigarette.”

  “I don’t smoke.“

  “Like anyone cares!”

  Reluctantly, Marc accompanied him out the front of the library. Craig had a quick look around. He didn’t want Kylie to know he was doing this, even though he was doing it for her. He had to see those pictures, if only to reassure himself that they weren’t as bad as he imagined.

  He took a deep breath as Marc typed Kylie’s name into Google. He flicked past the first couple of results.

  “Not her,” he explained.

  Craig watched over his shoulder. “That one,” he said, instinctively knowing which link it would be.

  “Yes,” said Marc, looking at the name of the site.

  He clicked the link and a picture flashed up on the screen. It was a close up of Kylie with her back to the camera, naked bum in the air. She was wearing nothing but a mini skirt, her tits out as she twisted to look towards the camera. She looked so damned sexy…

  Craig’s hand trembled. He couldn’t believe it was her. He snatched the phone off Marc and swiped to see if there were any more. He found himself looking at another, similar picture. Kylie on her hands and knees. Once again, she had her butt to the camera but no skirt this time, just a pair of knickers bunched up around her ankles.

  “What are those marks?” he asked looking at the stripes across her bum.

  “They look like welts. You know, from spanking.”

  Craig felt sick, but he swiped again regardless, and this time he could see a whip positioned above her. Kylie was grinning like she liked it, even though her butt cheeks were pillar box red.

  ‘Naughty Kylie loves a spanking,’ the caption read.

  “That’s enough,” Marc said, snatching the phone off Craig.

  Craig could have stopped him if he wanted, but he merely nodded. He had seen enough.

  “Were they... photoshopped?” he asked hopefully.

  Marc shook his head. “Doesn’t look like it.”

  “So, they’re…”

  “Real.”

  Marc turned and went back inside, leaving Craig reeling from the shock. His beautiful Kylie, his Celtic princess. He couldn’t believe these dirty pictures existed. And captioned with her name on for all the world to see. Who had taken them and why on earth had she let them? He could only assume someone had taken advantage of her naivete. He tried to flush the images from his head, but they were burned into his brain. He thought of his Kylie, baring her body for all the world to see and his vision blurred in front of him. He staggered towards the flowerbed and wretched.

  It was getting late as the bus pulled up at the leisure centre. Like most Saturdays, the swimming team had travelled across the country for a competition and they were all tired and cranky on their return.

  “See you tomorrow,” Kylie had called, as her teammates jumped out, one by one.

  “Aren’t you going to walk with me?” Ruth had asked, giving her a pointed look.

  “Um, no I need to go over a few things with Coach.”

  “Kylie! Come on!”

  “No, really. I need to help Coach with the equipment.”

  “Have it your way.” Ruth had rolled her eyes and stomped off. She knew as
well as Kylie did that it wasn’t the equipment making her stay.

  Coach had placed a hand on her shoulder and steered her inside the building. She had yawned as they walked down the corridor to his office. Just recently, Mairi, the star of the team, had gone off to uni on a scholarship and Coach had heaped extra responsibilities on her. If the team performed well, then he’d swell with pride, but when they did badly, he’d be incandescent with rage. She didn’t think they had done badly that day. Ruth had won her race, and she had come second in hers. They’d been third in the team medley but the competition had been fierce. All in all, she thought they had performed well.

  Coach had unlocked the door to his office and switched on the lights. Kylie had hovered in the doorway, waiting for his verdict.

  “Today was a complete shit show,” he’d said, causing her stomach to drop. “What have you got to say for yourself?”

  “I… I thought we did okay?”

  He had ushered her into the room and shut the door behind them. She had watched with trepidation as he’d turned the key in the lock.

  “We’re going to do this a bit differently today.”

  She had swallowed. She knew this wasn’t going to be good.

  He’d stood there appraising her for a moment. Then, without warning, he had pulled up her T-shirt and bra so that both of her breasts were exposed.

  “Getting a bit top heavy there, Kylie.”

  She had tried to cover herself up again, but he’d slapped her arms away so she gave up, leaving them dangling, limp at her sides.

  He had stared at her breasts in fascination, then reached for them with both hands and squeezed, flicking her nipples until she’d winced in pain.

  “If you want me to stop, all you have to do is yell,” he’d taunted her. “The building is still full of people: cleaners, receptionists, gym bunnies. Call them and they’re all going to come and look at you, Kylie, and see how filthy you really are.”

  He had paused for a moment to see if she would do anything, and when she didn’t, he’d smiled.

  “I thought not. Now bend over.”

  He had pressed her head down with one hand and pulled her skirt up with the other. She hadn’t liked the roughness of his fingers. There was something callous about his mood today, she sensed it as he pressed his knuckles between her legs, giving her both pain and pleasure.

  “Coach…”

  “Call them!” he’d sneered again. “Call them and it will all stop. But I promise you, they’re going to get one hell of a view.”

  “Help!”

  “Louder! You’ve got to yell louder, or no one’s going to hear you. Especially not with this on.”

  With a flick of his hand, he switched on the radio and a soft, romantic love song came on.

  He’d pulled her T-shirt over her head and then reached under her skirt, his thick fingers tugging at her knicker elastic. He had ripped her underwear from her body, tossing them high up onto a shelf. She had quaked. He’d never gone this far before. She hadn’t known what to do. He’d caught her completely off-guard.

  A dark mood had filled her lungs like smoke. There was something primal and erotic about being treated this way. A small, desolate part of her, a very desperate part, was flattered by his attentions. She had sought solace in the fact that he chose her as the object of his deranged desires. And deranged they were.

  “Can we… can we at least pull the blinds down?”

  “No.”

  She had longed for his touch, but instead he’d begun to spank her, his hand lingering on her bare bottom between strikes. Then she had felt cold fingers inside her, burrowing into her wetness. It had happened too suddenly, and she had clenched instinctively, but he had kept going. There were two fingers and then three, stretching her painfully.

  “You’re hurting me!”

  “It’s meant to hurt.”

  There had been a pause and she had told herself he was going to stop. Then his voice had dropped, becoming deeper.

  “You don’t know what you do to me, Kylie. You’ve put a spell on me. It’s as much your fault as mine.”

  “Please… slow down. I don’t want this. Not like this.”

  Her words seemed to spur him on.

  She had felt his hardness pressing against her and tried to push him off. Then he had grabbed her with such force that she had known he meant business. She had twisted around and spat on him, her saliva spraying down his neck.

  He’d laughed, a joyless, unrepentant snigger.

  “I always knew you were a dirty little bitch!”

  He had slammed her down hard on the table, smashing her face against the desk. She’d gasped for air, choking on her own saliva. In the next instant he was pushing into her, piercing her entrance with his cock. So fucking painful. Was it meant to be like this?

  She had opened her mouth, but all she could do was gargle. She’d felt her entire body tense up as he pushed harder, penetrating her violently while she cried. Her eyes had clouded over and her tears had rained down as he used her, brutally, heartlessly. Without compassion.

  Time had slowed down. She had fought violently with her mind, but her body was paralysed, too frightened to do anything but submit. It became just the two of them and the overwhelming pain. He had ridden her roughly, slapping her behind as he went. She’d let out a single cry of distress and his hand had instantly moved to her neck, squeezing it so that she couldn’t get enough air.

  He had continued to pound her, ignoring the tears that soaked the desk. After a while he had started to slow down and she had prayed that he was running out of steam. He’d pulled out of her and turned her on to her back as she took large gulps of air.

  “Look at me!” he had demanded as he entered her again, and she had squeezed her eyes tight shut.

  Finally, he’d pulled out again, and she’d opened one eye.

  “Open your mouth!”

  When she hadn’t responded, he’d yanked her mouth open and rammed his cock right down her throat. He had fucked her face as violently as he had fucked her pussy, with no care for her comfort or feelings. She’d struggled for air as a spasm rocketed through him and he’d shot his load straight down her throat. He’d tasted nasty and bitter, and she’d spat it back out at him, earning another slap.

  “Clean up your mess, bitch,” he’d said, zipping his trousers up. “I’ve got a meeting in ten minutes.”

  She’d laid there shaking, unable to speak until he slapped her again, bringing her to her senses.

  “Well go on then,” he’d said, screwing his nose up at her.

  Then she’d looked down and seen all the blood.

  17

  Dead worms stretched across the pavement, baking in the afternoon sun. The weather was so hot and sticky that Kylie had to take a shower when she returned from her walk with Dexter. She had felt bad when he tugged on the lead, not wanting the walk to finish.

  “Sorry Dex, I don’t want to go too far today. I’ll take you on a longer walk soon, I promise.”

  She didn’t know what she’d do if she ran into him again. She took a quick look behind her as she jammed her keys in the door of her building and stepped inside quickly, feeling hot relief flood over her as she shut the door.

  Upstairs in her flat, she poured out some fresh water for Dexter and chugged back a glass herself. Her shirt was soaked with sweat and she peeled it off in disgust and headed for the bathroom. There were fleas on her ankles as she stepped into the shower. She hosed them off with the cool water. Then she soaped up her legs until they were slippery and wet.

  She ran her razor and up and down her legs, stopping several times to rinse the excess suds from the blade. She shaved every bit of excess hair from her body, leaving only a narrow strip down below. She liked the smoothness the razor left behind. It made her feel pure and clean. It wasn’t enough though. She kept going with the razor, digging deeper into her flesh. She felt relief flood through her as the blood streaked down her legs and swirled in vibrant circles
down the drain.

  Afterwards, she dressed in stretchy leggings and a baggy T-shirt. She would have liked nothing more than to flop out in front of the TV, but she had to clean the flat again. She was certain that more fleas had appeared in the time she’d been in the shower. She went and fetched the vacuum cleaner and used the attachment to clean the curtains and every inch of the rug. She was just starting on the mattress when there was a rap at the door.

  She peered out cautiously.

  “Flora - hi!”

  Flora tilted her head slightly.

  “If you can stop cleaning long enough, I’m serving cocktails on the balcony.”

  “Lovely. I’ll be down in a tick.”

  She took longer than she meant to, vacuuming the last remnants from her flat. She had to be sure she had covered every surface, from the window ledges to the skirting boards. She had to get rid of those pesky creatures before they took over. Once she had finished, she bumped the vacuum downstairs to the basement.

  She caught a glimpse of her own reflection in the hall mirror as she wiped the dust from her hands. Her face shone from the exertion and her damp hair was the only clue that she’d recently had a shower. She smoothed it down as best she could and walked up to Flora’s.

  Flora had left her door open, and Kylie spied her standing on the balcony, glass in hand.

  She looked up as Kylie walked in.

  “Where have you been? I made you your favourite.”

  She handed her a glass of raspberry gin, mixed with cucumber tonic.

  “Thanks,” Kylie said, taking a sip. “Sorry, cleaning took longer than I thought it would.”

  The drink was cool and delicious. The perfect mix of tangy raspberry and light, refreshing cucumber. It was exactly what she needed to take edge off her nerves.

  “You could sell this,” she told Flora quite seriously. “You’d make a fortune.”